[suspect]
high on this mountain of words
---unspoken, some;
& also recovered
from the gravity of moments past...
wait in shadows,
patient for the sun...
minor expressions of the feelings ---some
subtle
others, not so...
tangled up in the mass of a web once weaved
just so, perilously...
intricate,
delicate,
& oh so definitive...

such Holy words of Holy Solace
& of
sweet sweet Serenity;
weaved by the Spider who hunts my
Divinity;
with the Madness of my un-doing,
& the fortunes of the Bold...
for the necter of my Hearts embrace
deep in the vacuum of my Soul.